Leaving on a jet plane #3

It's finally happening. 

Mummy Ning is leaving us for two weeks for a business trip and coupled with long weekends during her absence, the timing couldn't be worst. I am beyond nervous, more like, petrified.

And no exemptions this time round. Actually, indirectly there is, cause we've started scheduling baby Ning to 'skip supper time', no longer waking her up for milk between eleven-ish to midnight. More sleep for me, yay!

And no confidence as well, even though I've completed the required crash courses from mummy Ning, such as Bathing 101, Putting to Sleep 101, Learning 101 and so on.

Yes, I know what you're thinking. Take this opportunity to bond with your baby girl! It'll be fun! Everything's gonna be alright! The ship, upon reaching the dock, will eventually straighten it's path on it's own - translated from Chinese proverb. 

I only hope I can take good care of baby Ning. I have to.

Send me some much needed luck and well wishes.

Sigh.

Must. Resist. Source: http://tomhiddleston-gifs.tumblr.com/post/34179835854/tom-hiddleston-crying

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Lost & Found.

Mummy Ning has been searching high and low for her old passport for a while now, as there's a visa attached to it, required for her upcoming travel.

She has rummaged through all the cabinets, drawers, luggage, bags and containers available at home. Similar procedure performed at her workstation, with no luck. Her hope is now all on it being somewhere in her previous house.

Alas, it was futile, two hours into her search, mummy Ning called to deliver the bad news - that it now depends on how soon she can get a new done procured.

Not giving up, I started scanning through all the possible areas, the nooks and crannies for possibilities - most fortunate that baby Ning was taking her afternoon nap.

Half and hour into my search and a dozen plastic bags later, I finally found it, deeply entrenched within pages of invoices and bills. No one in their right mind would group such combination of items together, but that's mummy Ning.

I called but she did not answer, as usual, so I left her a message instead. Could have saved her about forty minutes of effort, too bad.   

I think I should build a career out of this, and excel at it. Not the first time I've found missing items for mummy Ning, and others.

I'm Jed, finder of lost treasures.

Nice.

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Over. And over. Again.

Having just returned from the dreaded trip, baby Ning has achieved another milestone - she's now able to turn over on her own, just one way for now though.

So, every now and then, once she gets tired of lying on her tummy, baby Ning will start 'ordering' us to flip her around as she's not used to resting face down.

Proud.

Perhaps we've encouraged her too much, as she now turns over every single time we place her on a flat surface. Like it's an automated motor reflex.

Including diaper changes.

Cham ...

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Leaving on a jet plane #2

Alas, it's my turn to fly, to the land down under, for approximately ten days.

For business trip of course, one that I had given lots of thought to before deciding, much contrast to prior occasions where I'll jump firsthand at any opportunities available.

While I do know that mummy Ning would definitely be able to take good care of baby Ning while I'm away, having another person around to help out with the bits and pieces actually make a whole lot of difference.

With cleaning, laundry, dishes, trash, preparing and washing the feeding bottles, cleaning up after baby Ning's bath and diaper changes, and so on - kind of imply that I'm a house maid though.

And all the what if questions started popping inside my head, again, though this time, from a third party perspective. What if mummy Ning fell asleep without feeding her? What if she 'lao sai'? What if baby Ning falls ill? What if ...  Déjà vu lor

I'm also concerned I might miss baby Ning so much that I'd fly back at my own cost, to hold and feel her in my arms again. Cham.

I suppose such dilemma would pop up more often now, juggling and finding the balance between career and family.

Sigh, wish me luck and I hope I survive and not loose my mind in these ten days.

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Leaving on a jet plane #1

The dreaded day has finally arrived, as daddy Ning had to take care of baby Ning all by himself. Because mummy Ning's travelling back to her hometown, just for one night only.

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All the seemingly simple tasks and routines suddenly looked extremely challenging, like putting baby Ning into the car seat and driving to the nanny or cleaning her up, even preparing to feed her which I've done countless times. Or trying to have dinner.

And with so many what if scenarios playing in my mind, it's amazing how I made it through. What if I locked myself out when throwing rubbish? What if I overslept and forgot to feed her (which happened before)? What if she had fever? What if ...

Most fortunately though, since it was a short trip, I was 'exempted' from having to bath her, which I had zero confidence in at this point of time. Tried it once and failed halfway through, sigh.

Eventually mummy Ning returned home in the afternoon and the world suddenly felt brighter and my shoulder much lighter. And this was only for a day, I'm definitely not looking forward to the weeks to come ...

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